WASHINGTON, D.C. — House Speaker Mike Johnson characterized the 2026 economic recovery as the direct result of a "Trump policy" reversal of Biden-era spending. Speaking with Bill Hemmer and Dana Perino, Johnson argued that while Democrats labeled the affordability crisis a "hoax," the reality of Bidenomics was a 40-year high in inflation that only Republican intervention has managed to curb.

The "Five-Percent" Economy

Johnson highlighted a series of economic indicators that he claims even conservative economists found "unimaginable" a year ago:

Growth: The U.S. GDP growth rate has climbed over 5%.
Inflation: Sharp declines in inflation have been reported following January's tax cuts and spending caps.
Energy: Gas prices have reached a five-year low, which Johnson cited as a key victory for the American consumer.

"It is evidence that when our policies are implemented, they work," Johnson said, predicting that voters would reward the GOP at the ballot box in the upcoming November 2026 midterms.

Defending ICE in "Sanctuary" Cities

Turning to national security, the Speaker slammed progressives for "beating the drums" to defund and abolish Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE).

The 20 Million Estimate: Johnson claimed that under the previous administration, over 20 million people entered the country illegally, many of whom he described as "dangerous criminals."
Minneapolis Standoff: He specifically pointed to cities like Minneapolis, noting that ICE must be allowed to do its job without interference from local "sanctuary" policies. "They need to get out of the way and allow federal law enforcement to do its duty," he emphasized.

Rebutting AOC on Stock Trading

Johnson concluded the interview by addressing the controversy surrounding the Stop Insider Trading Act (a variation of the PELOSI/Hawley legislation). He specifically targeted Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (D-NY) for her criticisms of the bill.

The "Rank-and-File" Bill: Johnson dismissed AOC’s claims that the bill was drafted by "wealthy lawmakers," asserting it was created by rank-and-file members to restore "faith and trust" in Congress.
The Ban: The Speaker clarified that the legislation effectively bans stock trading for all members of Congress, aiming to end the era where a handful of people "enriched themselves" through insider knowledge.

Senate Confirms Rodney Scott To Lead Customs And Border Protection

The U.S. Senate has confirmed Rodney Scott as head of Customs and Border Protection.

Scott formerly served as Border Patrol Chief and currently commands the Department of Homeland Security’s (DHS) biggest enforcement department, which has approximately 65,000 workers.

CBP consists of two divisions: the Border Patrol, which is in charge of protecting the nation’s borders between ports of entry, and the Office of Field Operations (OFO), which is in charge of security at ports of entry.

Scott was confirmed on a 51-46 party-line vote, with all Republicans in favor and all Democrats opposed.

Scott was forced out of his post as Border Patrol Chief during the Biden administration after opposing politically motivated changes at CBP. In April 2021, Acting CBP Commissioner Troy Miller informed Scott that the agency would use the phrase “undocumented immigrant” instead of the legally accurate “illegal alien.”

At the time, Chief Scott sent an internal memorandum to Miller arguing that, “The U.S. Border Patrol (USBP) is and must remain an apolitical federal law enforcement agency…Despite every attempt by USBP leadership to ensure that all official messaging remained consistent with law, fact, and evidence, there is no doubt that the reputation of the USBP has suffered because of the many outside voices. Mandating the use of terms which are inconsistent with law has the potential to further erode public trust in our government institutions.”

Scott will retire as Chief of the Border Patrol in August 2021.

After leaving the Border Patrol, Commissioner Scott remained a major advocate on the need to protect our borders, repeatedly calling for a return to Trump-era practices. In the autumn of 2021, he will begin working as a Distinguished Senior Fellow for Border Security at the Texas Public Policy Foundation.

Scott spoke in front of Congress on many occasions and made countless media appearances advocating for tougher immigration enforcement.

Along with Safe Third Country agreements and the Remain in Mexico program, which requires asylum applicants to wait in Mexico for court proceedings, Scott backed border wall building, which remains a top objective in a second Trump administration.

Commissioner Scott sounded a positive note following the Senate vote. In a statement, Scott said: “I’m honored that the United States Senate has confirmed me, and I want to thank President Trump and Secretary Noem for their trust and unwavering leadership. I started my career on the front lines, and now I am ready to lead my CBP family with integrity and a clear mission to defend our sovereignty, enforce the law, and put America first.”

President Donald Trump likewise praised Scott when announcing his nomination.

“Rodney served nearly three decades in the Border Patrol, building vast experience and knowledge in Law Enforcement and Border Security. Rodney served as the 24th Chief of the U.S. Border Patrol, where he implemented Remain-in-Mexico, Title 42, Safe Third Agreements, and achieved record low levels of illegal immigration,” Trump said.

Scott’s confirmation comes at a critical time for CBP.

As the country struggles to recover from four years of open-borders policy, the agency plays a crucial role in fulfilling President Trump’s promise to restore order at the border.

In the next weeks and months, FAIR hopes to collaborate closely with the Trump administration and CBP to undo the damage caused by the Biden administration’s practices.

Recently, the Supreme Court approved the Trump administration’s request to pause a lower court injunction that had blocked deportations of individuals to third countries without prior notice.

The decision marks a near-term victory for the administration as it aims to implement its immigration crackdown swiftly.

The Court ruled 6-3 in favor of staying the injunction, with Justices Sonia Sotomayor, Elena Kagan, and Ketanji Brown Jackson dissenting.

The case involved a group of migrants contesting their deportations to third countries—nations other than their countries of origin.

At family dinner, my sister announced, "Mom and dad said, 'You never contribute anything to this family.'" Everyone clapped.

THE CARTER HOUSE BETRAYAL

# THE CARTER HOUSE BETRAYAL

"WASH THE DISHES, NAOMI.

I Spent 14 Months Mourning My De@d Wife—Then My Daughter Screamed Five Words From the Poolside That Shattered My Entire Life

13 Hours Before "I Do," I Overheard My Inner Circle Plotting My Total Destruction Through the Hotel Wall—And They Have No Idea I'm Listening

13 Hours Before "I Do," I Overheard My Inner Circle Plotting My Total Destruction Through the Hotel Wall—And They Have No Idea I'm Listening

Thirteen hours before I was scheduled to walk down the aisle and say the words "I do," I found myself standing in the stillness of my luxury hotel suite, my fingers gently brushing against the pristine, crystal-embellished white wedding dress laid out across the bed. Everything seemed pristine and perfect on the surface, but a chilling sound pierced through the heavy wooden wall partition of the bedroom, shattering the quiet illusion. 😨

I froze, my breath catching in my throat as my eyes widened in sheer disbelief. Through the thin architectural barrier, muffled voices whispered words that turned my blood to ice. It was my own assistant and closest confidantes discussing a malicious scheme. "Through wall, we'll pour wine on her dress and hide the wedding rings," a voice sneered with venomous delight. Another chimed in with a toxic bitterness that made my stomach churn: "I've been trying to steal her groom for months!"

A wave of searing rage and absolute betrayal washed over me, replacing the innocent excitement of a bride-to-be with dark, calculated focus. My jaw tightened, and I clenched my right fist so hard my nails dug into my palms. I crept swiftly across the plush carpet toward the bedroom wall, pressing my ear and my smartphone directly against the wood to capture every damning detail of their plot. On my screen, the stopwatch timer ticked away the seconds of their betrayal. "She'll never know until it's too late," they whispered, laughing softly on the other side. 😤

I pulled back, my eyes flashing with a cold, terrifying clarity. There would be no tears, only strategy. I rushed over to the sleek glass desk, my fingers flying across my phone screen as a notification popped up: Second suite confirmed — Access code sent. I quickly tapped out a message to my cousin: 40 minutes, cousin. Prepare everything quietly. Nobody must know. A tight, dangerous line formed across my lips as I locked my phone and pressed it to my ear for a covert phone call.

"Tomorrow I need to change a few things. Please don't react yet," I whispered into the receiver with icy precision. On the other end, a familiar, smooth voice answered instantly without hesitation: "Whatever you need, baby, I'm with you". A slow, dangerous smile crept onto my face—a smile that held zero warmth and absolute resolve. I walked back over to the bed, gently placing my phone right beside the wedding gown. Tomorrow, everyone will hear the truth. 🔥

I turned on my heel, walking away from the bed with measured, unyielding steps as muffled, celebratory laughter echoed from the adjacent suite where my supposed friends toasted to my downfall. I locked my gaze straight ahead, my expression hardening into an unreadable, lethal mask as the final confrontation loomed on the horizon.

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***PART 2***

The hours melted away under the crushing weight of a silent countdown, the air in my suite thick with the scent of white tea and suppressed fury. Outside my door, the muffled, champagne-soaked laughter of my so-called best friend Maya and her co-conspirators drifted through the drywall like a persistent poison. They thought they were staging the ultimate coup, plotting my humiliation just hours before I walked down the aisle. But every second they spent gloating was another nail in their own coffins, meticulously arranged by my cousin and backed by digital proof they never knew existed. My heart hammered a steady, rhythmically lethal beat against my ribs, daring them to make their move.

At precisely five minutes past midnight, the discreet click of the adjoining service door broke the heavy silence. I didn't flinch as Maya’s shadow stretched across the carpet, her silhouette sharp against the moonlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. She moved with the silent, predatory grace of someone who believed she had already won, her hand clutching a heavy crystal decanter of deep red wine meant for my wedding gown. The metallic tang of malice hung so heavily in the room that it tasted like copper on my tongue. She stepped closer to the bed, a cruel, triumphant smirk twisting her painted lips as she raised the heavy bottle high above her head.

"Let's see how pristine you look walking down the aisle in a puddle of burgundy, bitch," she whispered to the empty air, her voice dripping with venomous satisfaction. Before the glass could even begin its descent toward the delicate lace, I stepped out from the dim alcove near the wardrobe, my voice cutting through the quiet like a razor blade. "Try it, Maya, and let's see how well orange jumpsuit chic matches your complexion." She froze, the decanter trembling violently in her grip as the blood drained entirely from her face, leaving her looking like a ghost caught in broad daylight. The sheer terror in her wide, unblinking eyes was the sweetest preview of the devastation about to unfold.

Before she could recover her voice, the heavy double doors of my suite flew open with a deafening bang, revealing not just hotel security, but federal digital investigators and my fiancé, Julian, his face carved from absolute thunder. "Drop the bottle, Maya," Julian’s voice cracked like a whip through the room, vibrating with a cold, terrifying fury that made every single one of her co-conspirators stumble backward in sheer panic. Maya dropped the decanter, shattering it against the reinforced floor, her voice cracking into hysterical stutters as she pointed a shaking finger at me. "She set us up! It’s a trap, Julian, she’s crazy!" But her desperate lies evaporated instantly into the sterile air as my cousin stepped forward, plugging a sleek master drive into the suite’s entertainment hub, instantly broadcasting every single recorded word of their vile conspiracy onto the massive wall-mounted screen for everyone to witness.

The ensuing confrontation was a masterclass in absolute ruin, a chaotic storm of screeching denials, weeping pleas, and shattered alibis that crumbled under the weight of irrefutable evidence. Maya lunged forward in a desperate, feral attempt to rip the console cords out of the wall, but security officers intercepted her mid-air, pinning her arms behind her back with cold, professional efficiency as she shrieked obscenities that echoed down the hotel hallway. Her accomplices slumped against the walls, broken and defeated, realizing too late that the woman they tried to destroy was three steps ahead of them the entire time. Handcuffs clicked in rapid succession, a metallic symphony of justice that washed away every lingering shadow of doubt in my mind. As the guards hauled them away in weeping disgrace, the suffocating pressure in my chest finally dissipated, replaced by a profound, breathtaking lightness.

The heavy double doors clicked shut once more, sealing out the chaos and leaving behind an absolute, peaceful silence. Julian crossed the room in two long strides, dropping to his knees before me with tears shimmering in his eyes, his hands trembling as he reached out to cup my face. "I am so endlessly sorry you had to carry the weight of their poison alone," he whispered, his voice thick with a raw, fierce devotion that completely disarmed every defensive wall I had ever built. The scent of fresh white roses filled the space between us as he pulled me into an embrace so steady and secure that every fragment of my past hurt dissolved into nothingness. We didn't just survive their treachery; we used their malice to burn away the fake connections and forge an unbreakable sanctuary built entirely on truth.

Twelve hours later, the morning sun broke over the horizon in a blaze of golden light, illuminating the pristine, crystal-embellished gown hanging untouched and flawless against the dressing room door. As I stepped out onto the flower-strewn terrace on Julian’s arm, wrapped in a love so fierce and absolute that no amount of envy could ever penetrate it, I realized that true strength isn't about avoiding betrayal—it's about standing tall in the ashes of what tried to break you and blooming into your greatest victory.